He roared even worse. Tensing and lurching. Attacking the air. Retrieving the knife and throwing it at the target. Getting up and cursed before standing at attention only in his boxers.
Revealing abs and a six-pack so defined, and a well-rigged body toned well and oiled.
“Until I kill him. It is not over Sir. Meaning I will come back only when he is dead. I don’t know how it will take but I will do the job,” pledged the soldier.
Marson roared himself.
The man imitated and roared even harder this time.
“Now you are ready. Fighting people like these. Need some form of animal instinct and rage. As we all know that they are animals as well. They talk about democracy. So where is our democracy? We as a people have rights too to choose our way of life,” he said upset.
“I will put the recor
